Cheeky would often try to test the imbalance between his speed and the reaction time of the security cameras at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Little did he know that the Face of Everyman frequently updated the system with new algorithms created expressly to thwart the pesky rodent. However, Everyman did succeed in signing Cheeky for the Spring track and field events. He was a sure winner in the broad jump.
Cheeky had left a warm nest to caucus at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. Everyone, including the Face of Everyman were huddled into a small conference room instead of the grand ballroom. The four corners of the room represented the major candidates. Most folks stood in the middle, unsure of which corner they should stand. In the end, Cheeky, wasn’t sure that his vote was recorded. He left, disillusioned of the whole process.
By turning his back on a potential adversary Cheeky was signaling to Mr Crow that he would get no fight out of him. Except for aggressive pigeons there was seldom a squabble for food at the bountiful Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. the Face of Everyman was working to develop a set therapies to reduce aggression; but his tests failed repeatedly.
Cheeky was a bit miffed. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa had not plowed his habit trail. He questioned the Face of Everyman as to how he had been targeted by his Ward Heeler. It was a gross omission. After all, he’d always voted the straight party ticket.
Cheeky had just came from the village where there was talk of teaching the school kids:”duck and cover”. the Face of Everyman wasn’t so sure that the guests of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa would quite get the hang of such a intricate scheme. Maybe he should develop a lesson plan, create a few slides. Or direct a short film with a celebrity narrator.
Torrential rains battered the Pacific Flyway. The Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa was inundated. Chucky found the pluckiness to make his way to the flood zone to check on the health and welfare of the Face of Everyman. A true act of bravery.
Clancy was urging the Face of Everyman to place wagers in his Thanksgiving Day Football Pool. A modest fifty cent wager on each of the several holiday games could reap big payouts the furry gamester persisted. On weekends the venerable sage made full use of Foggy Bottoms Corporate Cray super-computers. Clancy was asked to return this afternoon after the printouts had been analyzed. A discrete call to Las Vegas would guide the ancient one in his final choices.
Cheeky woke the Face of Everyman; asking if he could watch the Congressional hearings on the Jumbotron. Corporate at the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa normally reserved the use of this huge TV display for sporting events as well as the Miss Avian Beauty Pageant. Okay. The venerable sage deemed this an opportunity for a “civic minded” sporting event.
Elizabeth wasn’t sure she liked the idea of Rocky watching her bathe. But she shrugged it off as this was a public area in the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa. In Wildlife Behavior 101 she had learned to just turn your back. Hopefully the rodent would return to gorging himself; besides the Face of Everyman was alert for once and watching out for her.
Barney was always the first to spread a conspiracy theory. Today he shared his latest with the Face of Everyman: A black ops unit had changed the feed and seed that the kindly ol’ pensioner was using to entice song birds into camera range. His proof was that the bait now contained tree nuts, peanuts and dried fruit. Surely the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa must have gone to the dark side and had access to unlimited funds. The venerable sage would neither confirm nor deny the truth of the matter.